Shen Ye noticed the presence first. His hand tightened slightly on Lu Xingchen's back, eyes suddenly sharp. Shadowfolk were especially sensitive to the aura of their own kind, and the person entering the sanctuary now—he knew that presence all too well. "Shen Ye?" Lu Xingchen lifted his head from Shen Ye's shoulder, sensing something wrong. "What is it?" "Someone's coming." Shen Ye's voice turned cold. Before the words finished, a chill laugh came from the sanctuary entrance. "Little brothe...